However, while hiding near this tribe, he witnessed some utterly ghastly scenes. Some women had ropes around their necks and were tied there like livestock, naked and covered in scratches and purple bruises.
Their eyes were hollow and their expressions dull, as though they had suffered every humiliation imaginable. Some were even smeared with fluids and gave off a foul stench. Whenever a gnoll wanted them, he could come over and violate them.
Meat soup simmered in several huge pots, but all the meat used was human flesh. Beside them stood a table, where a gnoll dressed as a cook was using a large cleaver to chop up a man's corpse, dividing it into pieces and tossing them into the pots to boil.
There was even a gnoll holding the cooked head of a little boy, taking huge bites as if it were a delicacy. By accident, one of the boy's pale, cooked eyeballs fell out. The gnoll picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Ah! Don't!"
At that moment, a brawny gnoll brutally pinned down a woman with a swollen belly. His ugly thing was about to violate her. The woman cried out, her face streaked with tears, looking utterly pitiful.
As a member of the gnoll race, Chai Mi had seen such things countless times, so her expression did not change. Among the foreign races, strength was revered above all else; it was an extreme world where the weak were prey to the strong. If one was weak, this was the fate that awaited them.
Zhao Fu did not want to watch others savagely violate women before his eyes. That was something only he could do. His left eye turned into a black, rose-like pupil, and strands of black aura shot forth, entering that gnoll's body.